King Leafar’s plump fingers wrapped around my cock, his palm a firm caress as he began to stroke me in long, slow motions. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his touch seep into my skin. His bed creaked softly beneath us, a symphony of sex and Puerto Rican heat.
As we moved together, his belly jiggled with each thrust of his hips, a tantalizing rhythm that matched the beat of my heart. His lips, full and inviting, pursed around my dick, suckling me deep into his mouth. I arched my back, pushing further into the warm cavern of his oral sex.
“Ah, King Leafar,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire, “your cock is as big and beautiful as your heart.”
With a chuckle, he released my penis, his eyes glinting with mischief. He stood, his dick standing at attention like a proud Puerto Rican flag, and led me to the edge of the bed. I knelt, eager to pay homage to the king’s cock.
I took him in my mouth, feeling the ridges of his circumcised penis against my tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as he fucked my face with slow, deliberate thrusts. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I lapped it up like a good little porn star.
King Leafar’s groans echoed through the room, a raw, primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. His cock jerked in my mouth as he came, a flood of hot semen that coated my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. I swallowed, savoring the taste of his release.
As we lay together on the bed, our bodies still trembling from the force of our desire, King Leafar wrapped his plump arms around me, pulling me close. “Mi corazón,” he whispered, his voice full of affection and lust, “you’re as good a blowjob as any gay porn star.” I smiled, feeling like the king’s cock had crowned me with a prize far greater than gold or fame – his love.
